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Scott argues that he never could’ve foreseen dating both Stiles and Derek. It wasn’t ever something he envisioned, although Stiles admits to him later that the five-year plan changed more than he let on once they met Derek.
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The first time Jackson did it is a bit of a blur to Scott, now. He remembers Stiles next to him, wordless for one of the first times in his life. He remembers the loud crunch of an apple, the proud smirk on Jackson’s face as he looked on from the corner of the cafeteria. He can still hear the smug way Jackson’s mouth wrapped around the words, “I’m gonna get her alone, and I’m gonna get my hands all over her tight little body,” the loud crack of the tray in his hands.
At the time, he remembers being furious, insecure. He and Allison were broken up. It was a real threat, a power play. Jackson held all the cards.
Now, he thinks about it much differently.
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Spring is supposed to be a season of transition, but summer ends up being the most important season of all, the season of change.
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Stiles has a wing tattoo on his back that Scott hadn't seen before.
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Some things, things that Malia’s assured are part of societal norms, she just can’t seem to wrap her head around. Gender is a tricky thing for her. Everyone calls her she, so she uses it herself, but she doesn’t know if it fits. She’s working on it. Pronouns are yellow, for now, a work in progress.
This isn’t a societal norms thing, she doesn’t think.
Allison/Lydia/Malia aftercare
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Derek goes out to a bar for the full moon and regrets it. Stiles pretends to be his boyfriend.
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Scott and Stiles are supposed to be college roommates, but there's a mix-up, and Stiles ends up rooming with Kira instead.
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Lydia hides a box of Allison's old clothes in the corner of her closet. Malia finds it.
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Derek's a history major who is accidentally registered for Scott's accelerated bio for majors class.
He's in way over his head, he needs a little help.
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Allison, Kira, Lydia, and Malia all live in the same apartment building. Allison has feelings for Lydia but doesn't know how Lydia feels about her, so Malia suggests they date to see how Lydia reacts.
When Allison realizes she has feelings for Malia, too, things get complicated.
(Allison/Kira/Lydia/Malia college AU)
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There’s a tiny girl on the other team who’s running circles around all of them. She’s knocked Stiles to the ground twice, though neither of them were called as fouls. Jackson thinks that the solution is for Scott to get a little bit wolfy, but Scott doesn’t want to; he’s risked enough in the last few seasons, and there’s nothing at stake in this game. The tiny girl seems to be the only one on the other team that can actually play.
Yukimura, the back of her shirt says.
(Kira/Scott/Stiles rival sports team AU)
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Derek worries about her while she’s away, especially when one of them isn’t with her. He knows she likes the company on the road, likes taking turns sleeping in the passenger side of Derek’s minivan as much as she likes the feeling of the wind whipping around her as she hugs the tight curve of the road on her motorcycle. She likes someone with her in the motel room, or in the occasional splurge of a penthouse suite when she finishes a big job.
Derek misses her, and he wants her to be back with them just as much as Stiles does. But he knows there’s nothing to do but wait. She’ll be there by the end of the day, because she promised, and Braeden always makes good on her promises.
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Boyd mostly likes his job. He’s starting to figure out the Zamboni machine, enough that his pay is steadily rising the more his quality of ice improves. He’s even learning how to do his own tune-ups, which he actually finds pretty rewarding. He likes working with his hands.
The last run of the day, though, the silence is jarring. Being the only person left in the building feels even more lonely than his long days at school, and he gets the job done as quickly as possible so he can go home.
Until the day when he comes back to the ice to find that he isn’t actually alone.
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The next time the words leave Jackson’s mouth, it’s intentional.
“Eat my ass, McCall."
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That’s when Stiles finally sees him. He’s on the fringes of the crowd with a tiny woman with long, dark hair and a sword that that looks entirely too real to have been allowed in the club. He’s handsome and about their age, mid-20s, maybe slightly older. It’s hard to tell in the dim light of the club, and Stiles has never been good at judging age, anyway. What Stiles can tell is that he has a beard, trimmed neatly, and thick black glasses, and that the robe he’s wearing has a hood lined with Ravenclaw blue.
On his hand are familiar swirling white lines, clear as day under the blacklight.
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Kira knows New York City, has lived there before. She has friends that will be at NYU, even. But it still makes her nervous, because she’ll be at a new school with a lot of new people and without the comfort of the two people she loves being close by her side.
(Allison and Kira and Malia spend their last night together before Kira heads off to college.
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“If you want something, you have to ask politely,” Lydia says, softer but no less firm. “If you need them, I can get the cuffs.” She skims the tips of her fingers along the pale softness of Jackson’s inner arm, her light, lavender nails standing out against Jackson’s skin. Jackson shivers, though whether it’s because of Lydia’s words or Lydia’s touch, Derek can’t tell.
Jackson looks torn, and Derek… can’t say it’s a feeling he understands, considering the circumstances. Derek can’t really put himself in Jackson’s shoes at all, though that’s part of why he’s there. To see, and maybe, to understand a little bit better.
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The boy himself is probably the most interesting part of the night so far. Derek can’t remember having seen him before, at any events like these, and fresh blood is interesting in and of itself. Derek didn’t see who he came in with, but Derek watches him go back and forth between Lydia and one of the men pushing his mid-fifties. He walks around like he was made for events like this in a way Derek isn’t, all cheekbones and smirks and gazes through his eyelashes. Derek remembers with particular vividness the briefest moment when his eyes met the boy’s clear blue ones from across the room, remembers the cocky grin that broke across the boy’s face.
Derek notices him more after that.
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But on Friday nights, when Boyd’s with Erica and Derek’s with Braeden, Scott gets the room to himself. It’s nice, in one sense - he gets to walk around in only his briefs without making Derek’s ears go pink, and no one cares if he sprawls his books out all over the floor. Friday nights are the nights when he pulls out the lube and his toys, because he has roommates that are actually decent human beings and give him warning before they come back to the room.
The downside is, everything is quiet.
Until about 3 AM, that is.
That’s when the piano starts up.
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- Part 19 of Tumblr Ficlets
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Jackson’s in his familiar perch on his lifeguard chair, which is barely high up enough to actually survey all of the lazy river. It’s a dull day, for a Saturday, because it’s cool out. It gives him the space to zone out a little bit, relying more on his hearing than his sense of sight. His attention’s caught by the quick slap of flip-flops against the concrete, a curse, and then
“Hi.”
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- Part 20 of Tumblr Ficlets